| You’re better than all the rest
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| Who do I love the.
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| I’m better than all the rest
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| Skills pave the way but you payed for your success
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| The road was long for us now we own this shit
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| They used to hate on Jack now they on my dick
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| Me and DJ Fresh strapped who needs a vest
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| I ain’t relieved unless tree smoke leave my chest
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| At school I never read I just received D’s and F’s
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| Young black kids nobody believed in us
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| Still made it rich here ridin' on my fixed gear
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| Down to earth though they say I’m sort of a big deal
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| I thought I’d be famous but gangstas don’t get deals
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| I run up in the Chase with a K to get scrill
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| You’re better than all the rest
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| Who do I love the…
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| I remember waking up in a cell for breakfast
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| That’s what I get for choosing pagans as my friends and protectors
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| We on the stage doing shows you in the nosebleeds heckling
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| Kill ya self nigga you can’t see pimpin'
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| Ain’t nothing wrong with my health still I’m limpin'
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| I don’t wanna meet them cause they not living
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| They ain’t rolling up (?) and they ain’t sipping
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| How could you overstand the shit I’m kicking
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| Soon as the eagle land I’ll probably die in the kitchen
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| I know some real millionaires opening pies from the prison
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| But he rather be free to keep a eye on his children
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| Always on my mind though I could never visit
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| You’re better than all the rest
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| Who do I love the… |